Hey guys, I just got another review asking if this story has been abandoned or not. It hasn't. I promise. I just moved back across the country and school is kicking my butt, so I apologize. I also hate just leaving an author's note with nothing of a story, so I wanted to write a bit and continue. I WILL be continuing this story. It is not over. Again I'm sorry. I hope to get a full chapter up this coming weekend. Hope you guys enjoy.
"Watcher's been spotted at a new facility near Star." Cheshire states as the Arrows perk up.
"Wouldn't we have heard of this?" Ollie questions. "After all, Roy, Artemis, and I have been patrolling every night and haven't seen a thing."
Jade shakes her head. "He's been spotted as a civilian."
"And you're source recognizes him?" Jason asks. "Last I checked no one knew his actual identity, besides a bogus birth certificate."
The dark haired woman nods stiffly. "Trust me, she knows him."
"Then who's your source?" With his helmet on the table, Hood raises an eyebrow under his mask.
Jade places a hand on her hip and scoffs. "His step-sister."
"Wait," Artemis interrupts. "You talked to Rose?"
Her sister nods. "Talia told me where to find her." She walks forward, places both hands on the table, and leans toward its occupants. "Now are we going to find our girl, or not?" Her question comes out as more of a threat, but the League pays the hostility no mind. Instead they take the information she's provided and hastily put together a plan.
"Again!" The barked order echoes throughout the training facility. And again I dodge and strike, repeating every movement with pristine fluidity. Watcher blocks and takes his own charge toward me. I duck under his blade and roll past his swing. I swing at his bare back but meet open air. He's now more than an arm reach away before he leaps toward my form, slicing my upper arm while I'm still in motion attempting to land my last strike. My teeth grit as I choke back a grunt of pain and set up for my next move. Twisting away from his next swing I kick off one off the walls and leap toward him, sword raised. He blocks easily enough, but not before the tip of my boot collides with his chin. His head flails backward as he falls to the ground. I remain crouched, swords at the ready, waiting for him to rise. "Shadow!" Deathstroke barks. I glance toward him quickly before gazing back at my opponent. "Shadow." My names comes through gritted teeth. "You do not slow for your adversary." I pause and watch as Watcher regains his footing. "Strike!" My brother moves before I do. I knock his sword to the side quickly, but can't stop his fist from colliding with my face. My nose breaks. I don't bother to wipe away the blood. Instead I drop my weapons and charge. My knuckles become bloody. His knee rams into my stomach. I flip backward and regain my balance. He straightens slowly as we begin to circle each other, sizing one another up. He knows my weaknesses, just as I know his. We've spent enough time in training against one another these past few weeks to know how to take the other down. Now it just becomes a game to who goes first. Just as I'm about to push forward and strike, Deathstroke receives a call. "Enough." He shouts after a moment. In an instant the two of us stop and stand at attention, awaiting orders. "You two have a job."